A long, pensive silence. But it is not funny at all, that someone of your sweet nature should have to endure this. There is no one I can ask to help me; and even if there were, even if we succeeded, when Kristian found out he would punish us and destroy you. No, I remember, she said slowly.
She remembered his lips on her throat and shivered. The speed with which he pulled her wrist to his mouth shocked her so much that she tried to struggle, to say, Wait! But it was too late. A murderer, not even properly human. There was no blood, only a white puckered mark—and on his back, a similar one over the shoulder blade.
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